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Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the
nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed
on the long corridors.

Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic the other
residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.

One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky
Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. 'STOP!' he shouted in a firm
voice. 'Have you got a license for that thing?'

Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held
it up to him. 'OK' he
said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.

As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, weird Harold popped
out in front of her and shouted 'STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?'
Ethel dug into her handbag; pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him.
Harold nodded and said 'On your way, Ma'am.'

As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her,
Butt- Naked, and holding his 'You-Know- What' in his hand. 'Oh, good grief,'
yelled Ethel, 'Not that Damn Breathalyser Test again!!!'
 
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